The orc ran down an alley in Silvermoon, cursing in his gutteral language. He turned a corner to see a single female elf up ahead, blocking his path. She wore a gauzy silk dress. He snarled as he ran towards her. She stopped playing with her hair and set herself, grabbing the orc's hip and shoulder as he got close. The orc was dimly aware of the sensation of flying before crashing down on a stack or wooden crates. He grabbed a piece of broken wood and charged the woman. His makeshift club seemed to come crashing down on her. But when he lifted his club, she had vanished. He belted out an orcish war cry and swung the club around him. Kaelia dropped from the balcony above, throwing dagger after dagger at the orc. He dropped his club as his wrist was impaled by one of her knives, and staggere